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"Just... go inside." Blixer walks inside without saying anything else.
"...Okay," I say, rambling inside.
"Jeez... who built this house?" I ask, staring at the two sets of staircases leading upstairs.
"Barracuda. Who else could've done it?"
"...What about Lycanthropy?"
"Oh, him? He's my servant. Still is. Speaking of servants, it's lunchtime."
Blixer walks into his kitchen, stares at the floor, and then back at me.
"What is it?" I get up and push in my chair.
"Where the hell did Triangle go?"